So, I looked over my chapters and I realized how many mistakes I made. Before I post any more chapters, I want to fix these errors up. They really are annoying. If you find anymore, please let me know. Thanks!

Notes To No One

As Snape drawled to about something I truly didn't care about, I idly scribbled meaningless things on my piece of parchment. I would occasionally look up and laugh obnoxiously loud whenever Weasley and Potter were berated about something. Or I would snicker loudly whenever Granger was put down again and again, but other than that, class was relatively tedious. Do all sixth years feel this way? Once they are so close to the end did they just sit back and let the world do its thing?

Granger was anxiously jumping in her seat.

"What now?" Snape asked lazily.

"Please, sir, I know the answer to your question." She said.

"If you must, Granger." He rolled his eyes. The whole class moaned in protest as Granger gave a whole lecture on her findings. I made a crude comment in the middle of her mini lesson, and several Gryffindors shot daggers at me while my housemates hooted with laughter. I winked at Potter and Weasley, and they both scowled. Granger lifted her chin up in a haughty manner and fixed me with a cold stare.

"You don't want me to give you another good slug to the nose, don't you, little ferret?" She asked smugly. It was my turn to feel embarrassed as the Gryffindors fell against each other laughing.

"Quiet." Snape threatened. The rest of the time went on without another disruption. As we exited out of the classroom, I made my way to one of the windows that overlooked the whole grounds. Having quietly slipped away from Pansy and the others, I scared off a couple of second years and sat on the window sill with a sigh. I wiped away my blond hair from my eyes and stared off into nothing. It was the only kind of peace I knew, the clouds drifting overhead, the lake being calm, and the breeze that whispered gently. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. Then I looked down at my parchment and scribbled on it.

What's the meaning of life? I can't seem to grasp it.

"Draco!" Someone called.

Damn.

I quickly tore off the piece of paper and shoved it in a little nook. The last thing I wanted was for my friends to make fun of me over something like this. I wouldn't be caught dead with it.

"What is it, Blaise?" I muttered as I gathered my things. My peace was short lived, so I was going to be in a grumpy mood all day.

"Come on, we've been waiting for you for lunch." He said. Sighing, I followed him down the hall.

I sat down on the window sill and took in a breath of fresh, crispy air. Again I had managed to sneak away from my friends in order to find peace. I swear they cling on to me way too much. Throwing Pansy off the Astronomy tower was quite appealing at the moment. I settled down and proceeded to read a book when something caught my eye. It was a crumpled up piece of parchment. Remembering that I had put it there the day before, I took it out and opened it. Underneath my neat scrawl was something written by someone else.

I don't know myself, really, but I find the mysteries quite fascinating. Don't you think so? What's life without a couple of misfit Nargles?

"Nargles?" I said a little amused. I wasn't seriously expecting anyone to find it, let alone reply to it. Feeling a little bored, I decided to write something back.

"Nargles? What are they, an undiscovered species of butterflies, or something much more ridiculous like a certain half breed giant?

Knowing that I wasn't going to get a reply back because of my rude comment, I tucked it away and sauntered off in the direction of the dungeons.

The next day I open up the slip of paper and read it, stunned.

"Ah, excellent! Someone to talk to about it! If you would look, please, under one of the shields hanging on the wall, it's the one three ways down from the suit of armor.

Confused, I went to said shield and lifted it up. A small purple like journal fell at my feet, and I picked it up. I opened it up and stared at the first page.

You found it! Excellent! Nargles, you were curious about them, were you not? Well, Nargles like to hide in mistletoe and cause trouble for unsuspecting people. They enjoy stealing and pulling pranks. They may be troublesome, but I say they keep me entertained. They ran off with my shoes once, has that ever happened to you? I've been wearing Butter Beer corks to fend them off, you should try it, you never know when a shoe could go missing, or a sock.

I slammed the book shut and stood there in a stupor. Just what the hell was this person talking about? I wasn't expecting the little fool to, actually, think that we were going to start writing or something. The mere thought made me laugh out loud. I was about to chunk the stupid journal out the window when I thought better of it. I wanted to see what other foolish things this little creeper could come up with.

That's fascinating, I don't suppose you know any more crack pot useless things?

Chuckling to myself, I tucked the journal back into its secret spot and made my way to lunch.

Well, I don't know anything about a cracked pot, but don't fret, I'm sure you'll get it back before the school year ends, I found my shoes hanging from a chandelier last year.

Is this person trying to be funny? I looked around at the unsuspecting passerby and wondered which buffoon was the culprit. I knew one thing for a fact, this person wasn't a Slytherin. This person couldn't be in Ravenclaw, they sounded too stupid to be. Maybe it's a Hufflepuff, after all they are filled with the most pathetic losers this school has ever seen. I froze. What if it were a Gryffindor? What if a Gryffindor saw me write that stupid note and decided to joke around with a couple of buddies? I could almost hear their laughter ringing in my ears. I felt my face flush with anger, this was probably a joke.

Angrily, I quickly wrote a response.

I've already figured you out, so I suggest you Gryffindors back off unless you want a nasty curse hit you right between the eyes. Leave me alone, you mongrel!

Slamming the small book shut, I shoved the journal under the shield and briskly walked away.

I didn't bother to look at what the idiots replied, and I went three full days ignoring the shield on the wall as I sat on the window sill. However, something tugged at the corners of my mind and I scowled at the shield. Finally, after several agonizing minutes I heaved myself up from the window sill and took the damned journal from the wall.

Silly! I'm no Gryffindor! I have several friends in Gryffindor, though. Like Ginny Weasley. I'm in Ravenclaw, how about you?

Ginny Weasley? Ravenclaw? There was no way that this person was in Ravenclaw, they were spouting out nonsense and Ravenclaws were not known for saying and doing stupid things. This person was also friends with that Weasel girl, and that made things more doubtful for me.

Prove it, I don't believe you.

I replied. I put the journal back in its place and left.

Ask The Gray Lady about her death.

I blinked in confusion. What did the person mean about asking the Ravenclaw ghost about her death? If there were something The Gray Lady despised more than anything, it was men. She wouldn't want to talk to me, especially if I'm a Slytherin; I don't know why, but she has some sort of grudge against us Slytherins.

Not truly having much choice in the matter, I made my way to Ravenclaw Tower.